The Snack Shack Blues

On the illusions of class mobility

Emily Withnall
Mar 31, 2020 · 21 min read
Illustration by Carmen Johns

1984, on the edge of Highway 518, my family lived in a bright blue building with neon yellow letters looping across the front to announce its name: Snack Shack. Tourists whipped by, winding up the pass to Taos for skiing, and locals took the low road to Peñasco, a town of roughly one thousand people at the base of 10,000 foot peaks.